My dear, in 2030, Mom will bring you home.
[Preface]
I've always written other people's stories.
This is the only one that's my life.
So this isn't a novel. It has no fixed style, just like the weather: sometimes cloudy skies turn sunny, sometimes sunny skies turn cloudy, with thunderstorms, storms, and cold snaps too.
I hope to keep recording it, off and on, until 2030. For my beloved child.
I got it back! Thank you for being so brave. I will continue to work hard.
I wish you all the best after all these years.
At the age of 20 this year, I am going through what my dad went through five years ago, and the mental journey is very similar. "You just don't have a home." Every time I think of this sentence, I burst into tears. Maybe I'll get through it too.
Why did I raise my concerns several times...
Mother is our protector.
I don't know if you read comments. I looked into the eye of your storm, felt good, and turned my attention to you. I just want to say that although dying is simple, living is not that complicated, right...
Vomiting blood, there is an extra word "love"
My sister and I have somewhat similar backgrounds. My mother also had cloudy eyes in the past two years. I had a darker period as a child earlier than you. Now I have gone to a relatively distant place to work alone, and sometimes I dream about losing my teeth. Dream interpretation says that teeth represent relatives. I was also depressed before. I plan to return to my mother.
There is a touch of sadness in the article
Although the author is only 20 years old, 2 years older than me, the words he speaks and the articles he writes are like someone who is on the verge of death. I suggest the author travel more and see the outside scenery. This diary of yours always makes people feel distressed. I heard that young people don't know sorrow, and they express sorrow in order to compose new words. When I read the author's article today, I felt very depressed.